Chaos & Canine News

Things have been chaotic around my house not because
anything is really happening but because I can’t get motivated to do anything.
The chaos comes in because my house is a mess. My daughter’s closet door is
sitting propped up in my upstairs hallway and has been in that position for at
least a month. Same daughter’s room is still not complete; the poor girl has
suffered through redecoration hell since early July. I finally finished
painting her dresser last week and now her clothes have a home again. I still
have to cut, paint and hang new shelves and paint the door jam. I suppose
instead of writing this blog entry I could be painting the jam, after all how
long could it take? Once that is finished said daughter and I will find new
homes for all her toys, lay the new area rug and finish setting up her desk
area.

I finally finished cleaning my kitchen and that’ll last only
as long as the kids are in school. The living room stays relatively clean
because the dogs are allowed in there and if anyone leaves anything out, it’ll
be destroyed, as my dogs love to chew on shoes, socks and toys. Luckily they’ve
only destroyed a pair of flip-flops.

Wyatt Earp the Goldendoodle is back in training, only this
time he is going with my husband. I’m working on Josie’s training at home on my
own and for the most part it is going well and slow, that’s just the way it
goes with a Beagle/Basset hound mix. She’s always sniffing something. Dexter
has settled in quite nicely. He’s discovered the joys of lying on the couch and
has chosen to use my favorite spot as his. Good thing he listens well and moves
when I ask him. Dexter spent yesterday afternoon downtown with the family and
me at a Greyhound meet and greet. He really enjoys going out for car rides and
socializing with all the two-legged folk. While downtown I was able to observe some of the testing for future
therapy dogs. It’s quite interesting, if all goes well Dexter will go through
his therapy test next month.

On a sad note, my old guy Chester passed over the rainbow
bridge last Friday September 16. Even with three dogs around I have felt a huge
hole in my heart. My husband and I adopted Chester when he was approximately
six years old and he only had hours left to live. He was my dog through and
through, I could tell him anything and no matter what he never looked bored. He
always looked me in the eye and listened until I was finished. He would lie for
hours on end for belly rubs and was eager to go for walks right up to the end.
If I hadn’t seen that look in his eyes telling me it’s time, I’m sure he would
have continued fulfilling his doggy duties. Now, even as tears fill my eyes I
know that he is happier, I’m sure he’s reunited with his sweetheart Yucca puppy
and they are playing and snoozing together as if they never left one another
sides. He’ll always be in my heart.